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What do you call it?" I asked.
"Oh," said one of the slaves. "It is a Slime Worm."
"What does it do?" I asked.
Long ago it functioned in the Nest," said one of the slaves, "as a
sewerage device, but it has not served that function in many thousands of
years."
"But yet it remains in the Nest."
"Of course, " said one of the slaves, " the Priest-Kings are
tolerant."
"Yes," said the other, "and they are fond of it, and are
themselves creatures of great reverence for tradition.
"The Slime Worm has earned its place in the Nest," said the other.
"How does it live?" I asked.
"It scavenges on the kills of the Golden Beetle," said the first
slave.
"What does the Golden Beetle kill?" I asked.
"Priest-Kings," said the second slave.
I would surely have pressed forward this inquiry but at the very moment we
arrived at a tall steel portal in the hallway.
Looking up I saw beneath the square of scent-dots fixed high on the steel door
the stylized outline picture of what was unmistakably a human being.
"This is the place" said one of my companions. "It is here that
you will be processed.
"We will wait for you," said the other.
Priest-Kings of Gor
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